There, along the road, was a tiny homenThe yard held dead machines behind its fencesnLike they were it's kidsnBroken down, but still worth a lot to someonenIt made me stop and grinnnLight from a dying moonnIt blurs our eyesnAnd we wear a cape of firefliesnAnd after the world's in bednAll the ghosts come sing alongnBut we'll forget themnWhen the morning comesnnAnd I slept on the ocean last nightnI could see you all, and you all were dancing sidewaysnYour feet stuck to the skiesnAnd I could see the airplanes dance behind your eyesnAnd I was glad I found the time